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[mirimilaabby]

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[pierogiannico]

Prima e dopo 😀😀😀 #famelici #pranzo #pizze #senzapieta (presso Perugia, Italy)

[fbihound-blog]

@famelici​ 

      when will wakes up he’s in a bed and his face hurts. it hurts so bad       tears well up in his eyes. and then his whole body hurts. god, does       it hurt. will wonders if he’s dead for a second before realizing it       wouldn’t hurt this goddamn bad. he’s in the dark and he realizes it       didn’t work. he’s in a bed so hannibal lived. and he’s in a bed so he       lived. will tries to move his arm and cries out before he can stop       himself. shuts his eyes. then he waits for a door which is probably       coming soon.

      he’s not sure what to think or what to do, all he knows is that he       wanted to die and he damn well tried, but he’s still here, they are both       still here, and now there’s no running. will doesn’t let himself feel much       more after he feels new tears in his eyes. it’s dark and he wants to go       back to sleep, to feel numb again, but everything hurts too much for that       now. so he lays in the dark, starving all emotion out, keeping it at bay       with deadbolts and furniture piled up against the door as it charges at       him again and again, and he tries to focus on hurting. 

      he knows from experience, the last time he was lying in a bed with       bandages all over him after talking to hannibal, that physical pain can       break the waves of emotion better than any self-control.

[stakelike-blog]

@famelici

          Their downfall had always been arrogance--utter certainty that they would succeed. With ashes crumbling to nothing before her, a foolish hunter succumbed to the same arrogance. Her prey was already gone, lost to his thirst and nothing more than a pile of crumpled fabric on the ground now. What did she have to fear? All that was left to do was close the wound left behind...

          Shit. 

          From trembling fingers, her all-important gauze fell to the ground and rolled across the dirty pavement. Blood still coursed from her wound with every heartbeat, and she could only cover it with one hand while she dizzily stumbled closer to her lost bandages. 

          A single misstep, and she was on her knees. Closer to the ground at least, easier to reach the dirtied gauze while her bloody hand released the wound to support her weight. More of her precious weapon dripped onto the black pavement, and a trembling hand fumbled forward for the gauze she needed so urgently. Would she even have the coordination to wrap the wound now? 

          Slowly, achingly, she managed to drag dirty gauze around her neck, again and again and again, as tight as she could manage. Her vision was fuzzy, growing less and less clear as moments passed. No no, she repeated in her head, No this isn’t happening...

          The gauze fell from her hand again. This time, she couldn’t pick it up. She fell to the pavement after it.  

[psyclownsis-a-blog]

@famelici (cont.)

Well. That was unexpected.

Her confusion, at this point, can be boiled down to two very basic questions. First off: Why? But that’s answered easily-- because he wants something from her, or because he’s crazy. People always want something from somebody. The second, that one’s gonna be a little harder to answer. That one is what. What does he want? What is he doing? What will he do?

In the distance, muffled through heavy walls, alarms are going off, and gunshots. If she wants to get out, she’s running out of time. She’s not concerned with getting out anymore. A step back, a suspicious stare-- right now, all she’s concerned about is the fact that her doctor just turned into Jack Torrance, MD.

“-- What was that for?”

[asfaltica]

faith da antonio frezza Tramite Flickr: la famelica rincorsa all'esigenza controllata.

[ourladyclaire]

famelici liked your post:tbh people need to give claire ALL the gift...

no giftbaskets from u, hannibal. claire may be a humanitarian but not in that way

[ourladyclaire]

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Ж : What do you like best about RPing, in general?

For me, writing is a LOT like acting (no surprise there, that’s my profession) in that you get to embody a character and live and breathe in their shoes. You feel their thoughts as your own and when you develop a muse particularly well you’re able to intuit their immediate, gut reactions. Regardless though, much like when you’re performing a monologue, when you’re writing a character alone you are limited by your own self. Without a scene partner, it’s much more predictable on some level because you can’t be surprised (except by some external force, etc). Acting is about listening and reacting organically. You can only react to yourself so much. With a great RP partnership, you essentially find the perfect scene partner, and they help you flesh out your character to a deeper degree at a quicker rate because you can get that genuine reaction. Plus, some of the friends I’ve made in RP (such as yourself) have become some of my dearest friends out of character. That part’s always awesome.